Marry a queen

After a while, Huangfu Yi asked in surprise, "Are you all these paintings?"

"That's right. I painted them all... If you look carefully at each painting, you will find...everything I said to you today is from the heart." Chuxue has already seen his wavering.For the past seven days, he has actually been watching.In other words, he was always afraid of what Huangfu Yi would do. At this time, he would never allow anyone to hurt his brother Huang and his relatives.Even if he will bear the infamy of ungrateful.

Huangfu Yi looked carefully.In order, one by one.

Gradually, the surprise in his eyes deepened.

The change of the person in the painting, along with the increase of youth, is also constantly changing... But for a while, suddenly, it seems to have grown up a lot.When he saw this, he stopped. [

On the contrary, Chuxue smiled bitterly, "You can see there, it's just...the two years since she left the palace. I wasn't by her side."

Huangfu Yi had nothing to say.

In those two years, he knew it.

Now suddenly it seems that my feelings are too superficial?Is it because he doesn't love her deeply enough, always wants to keep her by his side, and always hopes that she is only good to himself?Laughing to yourself?

Compared to Chuxue's love for her, what about him?

"Murong Chuxue, why did you let me see these?" He sullenly, seeing these, made him feel how small he is, how ridiculous his love is? !If he couldn't let go now, would he not even have the qualifications to love her or be by her side? !

"You don't doubt your own heart. The heart to love is the same. Your feelings are also very deep. You even gave up your life for her. However, you are not the only person in this world who is willing to give up his life for her. "Chuxue didn't say it clearly, but what she said was the truth.At least he would do it himself.

Huangfu Yi looked back, looking at Chuxue indifferently. "What do you mean by that?"

Chuxue also looked at him indifferently, smiled calmly and said, "Actually, you and I are not the only ones who love her but make her perfect."

"Who else?" Is there a third person like them?